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First, thanks! I appreciate your passing the word along.
Second, I ask one thing of anyone who wants to link to "word". Rather than link to it, using my actual name, I ask that links to word, actually say simply "word" or "Mr.Bs blog".
I do this to protect myself from current and future employers who might come here and be distressed to see how often I say the word "fuck" or talk about "our fucking president" or how much I want to "fuck Rosario Dawson".
Your kind consideration keeps the Internets free for me to use dirty words and I thank you for it!
Cheers, Mr.B
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Soooo???? What happened on the date???
Ah yes, I should post a follow up about this.
Well, something changed for me on the date. She was as lovely as ever. And as sweet and as charming and as wonderful.
But I felt a keen awareness that she's as distant as I think that she is. And barring some major life changes, we won't be together any time soon. So it seems a poor use of time and energy, to invest so much in our brief time together.
And I figured that out before dinner, so, when Edison called and asked if I was going to see the band play, I invited him to come along, without hesitation.
So, I relaxed and enjoyed a nice meal. The band was rocking and people were slow dancing in there. One of the dad's in the audience, got up and played the "knives and spoons", meaning that he played rhythm and drums on his dinner plate and he clearly was a drummer and was just wonderful. The food was delicious and we spoiled ourselves on an ice cream sundae which we all shared.
After dinner, Edison headed out and she and I stood on the sidewalk and talked in the light rain. And I was glad she was there and I certainly enjoyed her company, but I felt less invested, less desperate for her attention and her interest. Just "less" really.
Deep down, I think that this is a direct reflection of my revelation in Florida. That night, when I let go of my pining for people that just were unattainable, she was one of the girls that I was thinking about. It's silly to be carrying a torch for a girl for 5 or 6 years, when she's not coming back and I can't be with her.
I had a great time with her and one of my closest friends at one of my favorite places in the city. And for once, I walked away satisfied...
Does that make any sense?
It makes perfect sense.
You. Are. Such. A. Girl.
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